Title: Interactive story!
JeanLuigi - August 15, 2007 03:40 AM (GMT)
So as not to interfere with LTKG, I put it here... dunno where else it'd go. Anyhow, this is a game where I write one paragraph of this story per post. After my post, you give me a single sentence of what should happen to the protagonist next. For example, if I have a guy sitting on the couch with a huge bowl of potato chips watching TV, appropriate suggestions would be "Make him turn the channel," or "Spill the potato chips," or even something as ludicrous as "Kill him on the spot with a sniper." If it's a good enough suggestion, I'll use it and write another paragraph. Here's the first paragraph (the story will be colored gold for convenience of the reader):
He looked down at his desk. Newspaper clippings from years ago to just the other day cluttered the surface, making the deep color of the mahogany hard to see. He was sure it was there -- positive. He hastily swished aside clippings and slid them around the desk, looking for that single clipping he needed most. And there it was.
tricat - August 15, 2007 03:44 AM (GMT)
The receipt for his subscription to his favorite porn site.
one_must_fall - August 15, 2007 03:55 AM (GMT)
EDIT/OFFTOPIC: Darn Tricat, i was gonna say that.
JeanLuigi - August 15, 2007 03:56 AM (GMT)
Now that's unexpected, tricat!
Yes, there it was. "XXX Movies" headed the top of the computer printout, and below that read, "one (1) month subscription." Each line under that held specific information about his subscription to the site, finally ending with a price and a thank-you-for-joining message. He wiped large drops of sweat from his forehead as he stuffed the receipt in his pocket. It was a good thing they hadn't found it. The newspaper clippings seemed to be a good cover-up, but he suspected that they were suspicious of where his money was going. He needed a better hiding spot.
one_must_fall - August 15, 2007 04:28 AM (GMT)
A secret vault in his house.
JeanLuigi - August 15, 2007 03:16 PM (GMT)
Oh come on. That's uncreative. Sigh. Oh well.
He sprinted up staircase after staircase, running through hall to room to hall to room, and only to go down more staircases. Finally, he ended up in a section of the mansion's basement unknown to the rest of his family. Although the room itself was probably enough of a safety precaution, he strode towards a broken crate and pulled out a heavy but small safe. He turned the knobs to match the code to open it, and swung the iron door open. After stuffing the receipt into safe and replacing the latter, he rushed back to his room.
LukeV1-5 - August 15, 2007 05:16 PM (GMT)
Where the other two female members of his polygamous relationship waited, angry and fully informed of his Internet forays into naked woman territory.
tricat - August 15, 2007 05:39 PM (GMT)
very nice i wish i thought of it
JeanLuigi - August 15, 2007 06:11 PM (GMT)
Oooh! Damn! That's good!
Slowly, as not to awaken his wives in the rooms next door, he opened the door. But there, standing only a short way back from the entrance, were two of his wives with their arms crossed and glares on their faces. In the blonde one's hand was a second printout of the subscription -- he forgot to delete his email. He cursed at himself silently. "Look!" he said as he raised his hands in front of him. "I can explain!"
zell126 - August 22, 2007 08:55 PM (GMT)
the evil pop ups made me do it XD
nathan999 - August 22, 2007 09:06 PM (GMT)
JeanLuigi - August 22, 2007 09:34 PM (GMT)
I'm taking zell's, since he was first.
His wives raised single eyebrows skeptically. "Listen. Just listen," he said. "Look. A few weeks ago I was cruising around online, doing the things one would normally do -- look at shopping deals, play stupid games, check my mail -- and I came across this pop-up. There was this girl, young -- blonde -- beautiful, laying on a pink bed. I couldn't resist. I just couldn't." He wiped a new layer of sweat from his forehead. "Look, I'm sorry. I'll cancel my subscription now and make it up to you, I promise." He looked pitifully into his wives faces.
Eskimo - August 22, 2007 09:50 PM (GMT)
with a hint of a smile, Maria, his first wife, turned and threw a small knife through his throat, and she and her fellow consort swiftly turned and left the sitting room, leaving him to gasp and gag for one more breath of life.
over the top, but meh...
also, jean, you switched from 3rd to first person there.
JeanLuigi - August 22, 2007 10:09 PM (GMT)
Ugh. Sorry. 'Haven't written this for a while.
But whoa. That's... something.
Suddenly, his red haired wife, Maria, grinned slightly, flicked a small, glinting knife into her fingers, and slung it into his throat. He collapsed onto the floor as blood trickled from his neck, only darkening the red carpet below him. His eyes flew from one wife to the neck as they only grinned more broadly and laughed. That was his last sight, for his eyes closed. The two women stepped over him and into the hallway, and the blonde one pressed a button on her small, golden watch. Rustling could be heard from the rooms in the house.
Drake - August 23, 2007 12:23 AM (GMT)
And then he awakes to realize it was all a nightmare, he's really gay, he is hanging by his ankles in a dark industrial wasteland, and he's being forced to listen to bad 80s music by a bunch of feminazis.
JeanLuigi - August 23, 2007 02:45 AM (GMT)
Okay, that's WAY too out of the way. I need a different idea.
Drake - August 23, 2007 07:46 PM (GMT)
It was a plastic knife.
tricat - August 24, 2007 06:21 PM (GMT)
the 2 wives turn out to be lesbians and they decide to go kill some men cause there faminazis.